It’s rather smothering. Being in the Don’s presence. He doesn’t stop until he gets what he wants. In his mind - she’s just playing hard to get. That’s why he follows until she has no room. Grinning ear to ear.
He takes his own drink, grinning. Raking a sip as he sits next to her. Close. So uncomfortably close where that smooth skin of Tifa’s feels the tight pants of Corneo. He doesn’t say anything, his hand eventually coming to settle on her thigh.